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letra de through the woods (whiszper remixx) - bodyrott

[verse 1: bodyrott]
branches breaking like your bones will be soon
keep on running as i keep stalking you
but be careful where you walk, i have these woods trapped
i have all of my moves already f-cking mapped
you’re running through the woods, i stay behind
ready with an axe to take your life
you find a hiding spot, but that’s how it ends
that cabin is a deathtrap, just ask your friend
you scream just as soon as you thought you got away
inside the cabin, you think you’ve escaped
but just a way to sh-ll your fear
you think i’m gone, but i’m right f-cking here
creeping silently before i strike
cut you in half with a single swipe
continue chopping you with a machete until you look like confetti

[chorus: morbid whiszper]
powers ascend on the burning cross, rotten flesh that’s covered in moss
comin’ for the prettiness, it’s easter for the lost flesh
i crave it every minute, let me stick my c-ck up in it
this is memoirs of a demigod, every priest is f-cking finished
vicious k!llings in the church, sinister murders in your dreams
and i been this [?] murderer, now let me see your priest
i will feast upon your soul, demigods are in control
morbid whiszper, tortured victims, horrible fissions, deep incisions

[verse 2: mc frank hatchett]
lurking in the woods, i plunge your t–th into this tree
tell where i keep your bodies locked forever, how you can’t run
a deadly sickness of the vicious, twisted vicious attempt
bodyrott and hatchett, let me stick this axe up in your chest
run up in the forest, cut and torture all my victims
hangin’ from a chain, the pain is just too much to serve
come and rest in pieces, eat your feces, i f-ck your wounds for the night
everyone is gonna feel the pain i felt up in my life
yorkshire ripper, morbid whiszper, found him near in the neighbourhood
now we in the hoods, we huntin’ just like you’s an antelope
cut up every body, eat the flesh like it’s a cantaloupe
when it comes to death, then mr. hatchett’s got the antidote
i k!ll the bodies, eat the sloppy, i want you to say my name
when i’m tearin’ out your organs, you just pass out from the pain
morbid whiszper, bodyrott, we insist in every hood
comin’ for the people that we find around the f-cking woods

- bodyrott

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